Hiding off the Grid

Chapter Twenty Two

The rest of my day was uneventful, and involved me just sitting in my jail cell.

I thought about all the drama revolving around me, I wanted no part of it all. Before, I wanted to get revenge on Marleen but I've changed my mind. I'm not afraid of her anymore I just don't want to involve myself deeper into her problems, she's not worth my struggle.

Right now I have to focus on getting better, with my PTSD things may not ever get better but I have to at least try.

I also have been thinking a lot about my real father, that he was never involved in my life. That's suspicious right?

Being in prison, I can't do anything right now. So I'm going to try and focus all my energy on getting out of here quicker. After I do that, then I can think about other things. I need to have priorities or my brain will be trying to go over too much information at once.

It was now around dinner time and I started to get up off my cot but a figure in the cell frame stopped me. I immediately recognized the person as Damien and relaxed a little bit. "Damien! Do you have any news for me?" I ask him a bit too overexcited. He has been my lifeline throughout this whole rough experience, I've never had someone go through so much trouble for me.

He seemed a bit different then usual, he wasn't wearing his normal straight face. Damien was actually smiling, he doesn't smile that often. His smile was actually very charming, he had really white teeth and dimples.

"Arizona, guess what?" He asks a little slow and dramatic like.

"What?" I ask, not knowing what to think.

"You can get out of here tonight." Damien says calmly as his smile grows bigger. He is honestly happy for me. But knowing this little information got me super excited, I could finally get out of this prison and see Jaxton again.

I jumped off my cot and ran into Damien's chest, I gave him a huge hug that he returned almost instantly. Damien is my hero, but Jaxton is my angel. I'm so lucky, which is a huge deal because I'm never lucky. Usually only bad things happen to me, which says a lot.

"Are you being for real?" I ask excitedly, ready to leave this place for good. I know I'm leaving Trinity, but she can literally make friends instantly. She is the only downside of getting out of this rotten place.

"Yes! My boss has your IDs, birth certificates, and background information all changed and ready to go. Instead of Arizona Stone you're now Arizona Carson. And we aired an old picture of you on the news with short blonde hair so I'm positive no one will recognize you, everyone thinks your dead. Your broadcast has been airing for a while claiming you've been executed after a very short trial immediately after your arrest. No one will suspect a thing." Damien said to me as I nodded throughout his short explanation.

"That's so great! I'm so glad I have you. Am I leaving now?" I ask impatiently and Damien just nods his head.

"Yes, let's get you out of here." Damien said taking my hand in his and guiding me out of my cell, down the stairs, and out of the prison ward. I didn't make eye contact with anyone, I just had one goal of getting out of here without starting anything. All the prisoners will eventually forget about me anyways.

We got near the front of the prison and Damien led me into a room off to the side. The room had lots of boxes and filing cabinets. He walked down a row and brought me back a box with my name on it and in it was everything I had with me when I was arrested.

"Go get changed and take a shower in the bathroom across the hall." Damien ordered me and I nodded.

I went into the bathroom, quickly washed myself, then got out and dried myself as well as ran my fingers through my hair. After all of that, I put on my casual clothes I was wearing the day I was arrested. There was also my bookbag in the box, I rummaged through it and threw away any trash and useless items, such as my fake IDs. I won't need them anymore.